Chapter 475
Chapter 475:
Michelle, confused by her daughter’s sudden mood shift, tried to make sense of it, but Erika said nothing, sulking in her own thoughts. Michelle watched her daughter in silence.
Fernanda and Bobby didn’t bother browsing other stores. Instead, they headed straight to the parking lot.
Fernanda looked up, her gaze sweeping across the bright blue sky. The winter sun bathed everything in a soft, golden glow, its warmth gentle on her skin.
In that moment, an idea flickered into Fernanda’s mind.
She pulled out her phone and opened the memo app, finding a saved address.
She suddenly realized that now was the perfect moment to go there. With a few taps, she entered the address into the GPS and told Bobby to drive there.
“What is this place?” Bobby leaned over, peering at the screen. “This road doesn’t even have a name, and it looks like a maze. Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure,” Fernanda responded without hesitation. “If it’s too much, I can always take a cab.”
“No, no, it’s fine!” Bobby quickly waved off her suggestion. “Cristian had a meeting at the main office and couldn’t make it. He’d never let me off the hook if I didn’t go shopping with you today.”
If Cristian ever caught wind that he’d let Fernanda hail a cab on her own, Bobby was sure he’d be toast.
Bobby followed the GPS closely, and after an hour and a half, they finally arrived at a spot close to their destination.
The road ended abruptly, and they were forced to continue on foot. As Bobby looked around, the narrow alleyways made him feel as though he’d wandered into an entirely different world. He couldn’t believe such a place still existed in Esaham.
After a twenty-minute trek, Fernanda halted in front of a modest shop. The structure looked worn and tired; its better days had long since passed. Chunks of cement had fallen away, leaving the rough texture of red bricks exposed. At the bottom of the walls, dampness crept upward like vines, forming dark, unsightly stains.
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A humble sign rested unevenly on the steps, bearing the words “Gibson’s Dress Shop.”
Fernanda climbed the worn steps and nudged the creaky door open.
Inside, the room was shrouded in shadows. The dim light from the open door barely lit the space, and as Fernanda stood there, the weak winter sunlight seemed reluctant to enter.
For a moment, the darkness was all-consuming, and she could barely make out anything around her.
But as her eyes adjusted, a door to her right caught her attention. Without hesitation, she walked toward it, pushing it open and stepping into the room beyond.
The space inside felt like a breath of fresh air—larger, with higher ceilings that lifted the heavy feeling of confinement.
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